March 17, 2008
This morning between Masses I proceeded to do a little “work” on the Low Mass candlesticks and candles. Well, the scissors slipped and attacked my hand in three places. I bled like a lamb led to slaughter. I was reminded of Monty Python’s, “It’s just a flesh wound,” as the sliced finger oozed blood with every beat of my heart. Thanks to the quick help of Deacon Joseph we were able to slow the bleeding enough to get through the next Mass…tourniquet! Still bleeding after an hour, I decided it was time to get myself to urgent care. After a tetanus shot, butterfly strips, adhesive (the cut was too close to my fingernail for stitches), gauze, bandages, finger guard and $262, I made my way back to the scene of the crime. Such passed my Monday morning of Holy Week.
Four years ago I survived the Sacred Seven Days with pneumonia. Two years ago I survived Hebdomadae Sanctae with a bleeding ulcer. Nothing short of death will keep me from these holy days. Lungs full of fluid, a hole in my stomach, and a scratch on my finger is nothing compared to the Passion.
(I had to make a quick trip back to urgent care late afternoon for some pain meds. I thought I could tough-it-out. [Can you say, wimp?] Oh, well, that’s what medical science is for. I’m going to sleep well tonight. Lots of work in the Vineyard of the Lord in the coming days!)